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Deborah Guzzi is a healing facilitator specializing in Japanese Shiatsu and Reiki. She writes for Massage and Aromatherapy publications. She travels the world to expand her knowledge of healing and seeking writing inspiration. She has walked the Great Wall of China and visited Nepal (during the civil war), Japan, Egypt (two weeks before “The Arab Spring”), Peru, and France (during December’s terrorist attacks).

Her poetry appears in Magazines: here/there: poetry in the UK, Existere - Journal of Arts and Literature in Canada, Tincture in Australia, Cha: Asian Literary Review, Hong Hong, China, Latchkey Tales in New Zealand, Vine Leaves Literary Journal in Greece, mgv2>publishing in France, and Travel by the Book, Ribbons: Tanka Society of America Journal, Emerge Literary Journal, and others in the USA.

Dawn sends me on my way, a stronger man Through the north woods I come, my bow in hand.

Here is 1 way the downed men can be handled,

the ends can be tied & in many ways I'm sure.

#7

I must build a shelter, to fight the cold.Still, out are the poachers who brought the fight.Yonder smoke rises a joy to behold a cabin with a blaze, warmth for the night.

Wolves howl on the wind, I think of the menhoping they've all risen and left nowBut glad to have gotten away from themI lope toward the lit window aglow.

A door opens and I welcomed right inmy son had been searching for me, I'm told.The heat of the fire, dry clothes from kinan earnest call to the forest patrol.

With mornings light I report in as plannedThrough the north woods I come, my bow in hand.

REMEMBER the action has come to a close we're taking him home.

Ok here's where we are; Caleb [who we have naked with a muffler, a bow quill, a buck knife & a fire starter -nice look by the way hubba hubba] in the North woods, there are ferns, thorns, birch trees, deer, bear, fox, & pine martins.

He only kills for FOOD. But, Roy has him in a self defense situation. 3 enemies are down [out of the fight for now - not sure if they are totally incapacitated, will revive, or dead] The bear is wounded. [We don't know if it's a mortal wound.] It's cold enough to see your breath [so like 32? degrees Fahrenheit] cold, wet. Since Jimbo did a burnt offering, he has matches - probably in his quiver? We don't know the time of day but to see shadows it is day.

so from verse 1-5 we had him stand, think, observe, load his bow, shoot down 1 man grab his buck knife [I guess he dropped the bow BUT the quiver is still attached to him] fight to incapacitate 2 more men around the body of a wounded bear & the bear alone REVIVES.

What does the naked hunter do now, what time of day is it? He must be freezing? hungry? thirsty? TIRED? and alone in the North woods. [Apparently he didn't get wounded at all during all this?] IT'S DARK ... HE NEEDS SHELTER OR A WAY OUT FAST

BE VERY SENSORY STAY IN FIRST PERSON PRESENT TENSE

STAY IN CHARACTER

The is Caleb, the place is simply the North woods, the man thinks...thinks.. he is being shadowed night is falling [how does he react to the night coming on when he thinks he is being shadowed?] no mention is made yet of how far from home he is or what hissupplies are, does he have a camp set up? does he have to set a camp up with dark coming on? He's too far in the woods to get home now before full dark. Is there an old hunters cabin or a hunters platform he can go to? where the water? What's he eating? Is he cold? Perhaps there is no shadow perhaps he has a fever mounting? [no fantasy or magic, a real person in real time, who hunts to put food on his table not for sport a woodsman who has hunted since he was a child]

ENJOY

Cyndi's Present to Caleb

Ahead, the bear in sudden motion stands…

Again we breathe and upon the earth spar,

I, Caleb, know how a night can expand

for I faced Ursa Major, far from stars.

Sagittarius and Libra lay still

and the mighty Centaur would rear no more,

but this bear lives on and forever will,

shining its white fangs in a soundless roar.

The woods were real and the rain I recall,

I morn for the loss of both flesh and bone,

even clouds are moved, even the moon crawls

But for all time I'm forbidden to roam.

Earth was mine; I damned each constellation

when ancient ones renamed me Orion.

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No word from Dane Ann yet I may try to call her later. I am going to list the Contest as soon as we pick verse 7. Here's what I want you to do Title your Poem Stone Cold - Sonnet 1, Stone Cold, Sonnet 2 etc. for the folks would won the number one spots in the crown - for the sonnets not chosen for the Crown title Your Poems Stone Cold - Sonnet 2 Runner Up, Stone Cold - Sonnet 3 Runner Up [This way folks can READ THEM IN ORDER & ..... drumroll ;) oh I'm so smart LOL

You can chose to read ANY version of verse 2, any version of verse 3 etc. and get a feeling for if they would have flowed better if we'd taken a different plot direction - there used to be kids book like this should be FUN!!

Amazing sonnets to accompany Caleb's poem. I feel dumb struck by all the talent we have on the Soup! I love the length of these verses; also greatly enjoythe gift write by Cyndi. A wonderfully clever idea, congratulations to you as well, Debs!

I'm going to start a pool, Bet. LOL.. I am fairly sure you'll never host another crown party... but I am laying odds you'll be teaching here on soup sometime in the next year... cause it's in your DNA... like when I wrote my sonnet for Caleb (yah, you called it. It was really ONLY for HIM) You'll say, nuh uh, never again...what deal with you lot? Pull out more hair? Oh, lol, but then you'll see a need, feel that "calling" and off you'll go... showing showing showing... or your head will blow up. LOL.. You know, the others are going to say, those two! Like watching the waltons on steroids. hugs!!!!!

I'm looking forward to reading Sarah's as well and Dane Ann's... and I know that Bet is looking forward to a double shot of something other than from a gun and her feet up, eyes closed, icepack on her head, muttering, "never again." Until, of course, the next time she becomes inspired... and she will (Dee ducks. Duck Dee quack quack)

yup I did to show how the loose ends which were bothering Dee created by introducing 3 men who are now on the ground could be dealt with - I don't think we as the readers should even care BUT it is possible to deal with it.

Deb...Hi. I find this task daunting. I see the name of two others there with mine for this LAST SONNET. I gladly conceded to one of the other ladies. I haven't been following this because, to be honest....I have no killer instinct in me! I'm vegetarian, for crying out loud! ;) Also...as for survival instincts....nada. I get lost on my own. I will graciously bow out. Cop out? Perhaps...I think I'm way over my head on this one. Build a shelter....is he naked, is he not....bear all bloody...gruesome...he's hacked two people...Caleb...one of my fav guys? Too much of a stretch for my imagination. Sorry to disappoint you! Give me love and romance, and I'd be a real contender! Great work so far! :)

he's fought with three men, one was hit with an arrow 2 he fought with fist & knife, nothing says they're dead, they DOWN/stopped/unconscious, it's all over Eileen, now the hunter must leave to find shelter & return home - if you don't want to try fine, we'll miss and have missed the value of your input.

Somehow the summation is going to need to clear up why these men tried to hurt Caleb and why if this is real, not fantasy, he would kill men and then just go about his business... UM??? Editors call this a serious plot problem. What he wears, what he does with the bear, what the bird looks like means nothing unless THAT ONE QUESTION is resolved. Who are these men? What are they doing? And it was alluded by Roy that there was a "Deathly still" not a certainty, but it has given the impression that Our very own Caleb has hacked three guys in the woods... and it 1) isn't fantasy 2) IS our Caleb, a family man, who has been hunting since he was a child 3) Isn't a dream. THEN WHAT?

No. Won't snap out of it, cause "it" is reality and "it" is what you are trying to seek, accuracy? An editor's perspective. You can't have three guys lying there and not answer why and what is going to happen with them. It is no longer about the bear.

SIS!!!!! snap out of it, the men are DOWN not necessarily dead. And hey blame the group they PICKED sonnet #5 - they would be dead if I didn't change the word to DOWN, I would say Roy felt & others may have felt they were the shadows, the deathly still is the QUIET because the men are passed out & before the bear comes to [they've scared off all the wildlife!] okies now Sis let us go on ...

Okies POETS , some misunderstandings CAUSE you are not reading MY blog [poke] in Roy's sonnet all three men are DOWN, one by an arrow 2 in the knife fight NOW - down is not necessarily dead BUT they are at least unconscious so the hunter can get away!

Eileen, Sara, and Dane Anne are all up to the challenge, I'm sure of it! Good luck to them, and thanks Deb for all your hard work, ......you must feel as if you have been running through the woods with the poem-hunters after you!!!